Sir Mix-a-Lot - Rippin' Lyrics

Got a real fine freak with a real big butt
She gets real ill when she hears my cut
Got two Cadillacs, one blue, one gold
Got straps on the back with a fresh set of folds

Wheel on the back with a grill on the front
24-karat gold on my trunk
Got a rope like a python hanging around my neck
Got a freak in my arms cold kickin' on the set

Never get ill 'cause I'm too damn swass
Got a funky Trans Am with a duel exhaust
L.A. is live, but Seattle is my home
Hood ornament is gold because I don't like chrome

That's rippin'
That's rippin'

Chillin' never illin' in the place to be
Now I'm M-I-X-A-L-O-T
On the west coast driving big Cadillacs
Snow white paint job with a wheel in the back

Suckers talkin' smack, but they cannot hang
You got to have a brain to make a computerized game
You get mad because your girl wants to hear my song
You know you want to hear it, put the record back on!

That's rippin'
That's rippin'

I'm a real estate investor, hardcore dresser
Money-countin' brother and I hate polyester
Walkin' on the wild side, pulling gold snaps
I know you're gettin' jealous because I got it like that!

Cruisin' Broadway on my cellular phone
Spent $100,000 on my brand new home
Dog in the front yard, fence in the back
Freak by my side in the Fila hat!

That's rippin'
Rip this!

Rollin' in the Nissan, kickin' my beats
With my girl by my side lookin' oh so sweet
Got Fila on my feel and gold on my neck
Cold cold got cash 'cause I never write checks
Bank roll so big that I can hardly hold it
You once had a dream that your grandma stole it
I punched her in the eye and took my bank back
You ever wonder why I'm like that? 'Cause I'm rippin'

Yeah, that's rippin'

Yeahhhhhhh, you like this beat but it's time to change
I'm gonna get ill, but I'm gonna get strange
Push your partner, throw them in the eye
We're gonna kick it live with the square dance guy

I'm the rhythm, motherfucker, that's my last name
When I get wild, freaks go insane
Rip it to the left and rip it to the right
Gonna bust hardcore on my freaks tonight
Grab your partner, get up in his face
Homegirl, put the sucker in his place
Seven days a week, I'm on vacation
Let's get live with the Kid Sensation

Gonna get ill just one more time
Kid Sensation with a new fresh rhyme
All the white chicks hanging on our tip
Keep the girlies calm with my bullwhip
All the sucker DJs I will swat
Cold ill hip hoppin' with Mix-a-Lot
There's girls that dance and girls that move
This jam rips and the other one's dope

That's rippin'
That's rippin'

Rollin' down the avenue, picking up points
I like to count bank, but I don't roll joints
I'm a hardcore B-boy sittin' on the throne
Never hanging on the ave, just sittin' at home
Girlies in Cal like to feel my beats
Great big kick drums get more freaks
Some sucker MCs say that they can feel it
But I'll bet you'd be happy if I let you steal it